Marvel: Start to create Hydra

Clark calmly put down the gasoline drum he was carrying at this time.

The next moment… The light of the knife flashed in the neon light.

A member of the Skeleton Brotherhood covered his neck with one hand, his eyes widened, and he fell unwillingly.

He didn’t expect Clark to really dare to make a move.

And so suddenly!

“Sorry! I just didn’t hear what you were saying, can I trouble you to say it again? ”

Clark’s expression was kind, and if it weren’t for the fact that there was an undead man lying at his feet, carrying a long knife dripping with blood in his hand, the other party might have gladly answered his question.

And now….

“Damn it~! You lunatic! ”

The remaining skeleton brotherhood member first cursed angrily, and then reached out and touched his back without hesitation, where an M1911 was pinned, but before he could pull out the gun, a swipe of knife light flashed on his retina, and the next moment a sharp pain hit, and suddenly a sense of powerlessness hit his whole body.

“Although your gun can’t kill me, it will hurt a lot, so please die.”

Clark said something chilling in a calm tone.

He gently pushed away the skeleton brotherhood member in front of him with one hand, and as the other party fell, the blood-stained blade was also pulled out of the other party’s body.

“It’s not good to be beaten up later.” Clark bent down to pick up the gasoline bucket beside him and place it next to the door, before pushing it open and walking in.

A few seconds later.

Clark backed back.

“I almost forgot to touch the corpse, I really shouldn’t.”

He bent down and recovered two guns and four spare magazines from among the two corpses.

“One is enough.”

Dropping one of the guns out of the magazine, Clark put all the clips in his trench coat pocket and strode into the bar again.

In the bar, the loud sound of music made Clark, who had just come in, subconsciously frown.

“What a terrible environment.”

He looked around.

In the dim light, there were figures everywhere, and there was a bad smell in the air, which was the smell of tobacco mixed with alcohol and various perfumes.

Clark didn’t like it here.

He raised his hand and raised the M1911 in his hand and fired three shots at the ceiling.

The sound of gunfire masked the loud music inside the bar.

The guests who heard the gunshots screamed in fright, and many people instinctively held their heads and crouched, and their movements seemed to be very skillful.

“Okay, now that the entertainment program is over, if you don’t want to die, get out of here for me immediately!”

The guests who just spend money for entertainment, how dare they continue to stay.

Hurriedly it was a string of rats holding heads.

“Wait a minute!”

Clark suddenly stopped a man who wanted to run past him.

“I, I’m not from the Skeleton Brotherhood!” The other party was so frightened that he sweated coldly, and his speech was a little stuttered.

“I know, and I recognize you.”

Clark pressed the muzzle of the gun to the opponent’s head.

Feeling the muzzle against his head, this person almost peed on the spot.

“I—”

He had just begged for mercy, but Clark suddenly pulled him in front of him.

The next moment….

Gunshots!

More than a dozen or twenty bullets hit this man’s body in an instant.

“As soon as it came, it was a group of ruthless people!”

Clark grabbed the dead guy in his hand and rushed straight forward, and after reaching a distance, he threw his arm hard, and the body was smashed towards the other party like a thrower.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ……

He emptied the bullet in the M1911 in one go, and as a result, he had never touched the gun, and only two bullets hit people, or the non-lethal position of the arm and thigh.

“MD, this marksmanship sucks!”

Cursing secretly, Clark, who did not have time to replace the magazine, directly threw the gun in his hand as if it were a dark weapon.

“Ouch~!”

An unlucky egg was hit in the face, squatted down in pain, covered his face with his hands and screamed.

“Shoot! Beat him to death for me! ”

The leader of the Skeleton Brotherhood roared loudly, and picked up a micro punch in his hand to shoot at Clark, who rushed up.

“I block!”

Clark shouted, waving the long knife in his hand.

A flash of sword light flashed….

Not a single bullet was blocked!

“Hiss~!”

Clark’s painful facial features were distorted, but he still rushed forward and slashed at the face of a member of the Skeleton Brotherhood.

This knife gave him a ‘double eyelid’ on the spot.

Seeing that the other party was happy, they couldn’t help but ‘cheer’.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ……

Gunfire continued to rang out.

There were more than a dozen people on the other side, and each with a gun, that is, a dozen guns.

And Clark is only one person, even if he has Wolverine’s speeding self-healing ability, but these bullets hit his body, and it still hurts him to die.

“F***！”

Clark cursed the word that began with an F while slashing two more Skeleton Brotherhood members to death.

“F***！ What kind of monster is this?! ”

The other party also scolded, and the expression on his face even had some fear.

“Your whole family is a monster!!!”

Clark roared and threw the other to the ground with a knife.

The blade stabbed directly into the opponent’s body.

He grabbed the gun from his opponent’s hand, and after being shot several times in the back, he rolled over and fired successively behind him.

This time the distance was closer, and Clark’s accuracy was noticeably improved.

Three members of the Skeleton Brotherhood were shot and fell to the ground.